Ripples Become Waves

Once upon a rhyme, I began to speak in verse

In very short time, my rhymes became a curse.

“Faith, you were speaking in rhyming couplets!”

…The reason for my treason.

“So lock up Shakespeare!”

…Said a friend, while I endured another psychiatric season.

My name is Faith & my Ripple Effect

Is ever increasing, great waves I detect.

I know psychiatry like the back of my hand

And I will not be silenced until its malpractice is BANNED.